The Grace of Leaving
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I did not turn back.
I stepped out of the detention center.
Outside, the sun was shining just right.
I raised my hand to block it, like I was blocking out all those dark, damp memories.
I left her and the past behind for good.
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I bought a bunch of old books and newspapers.
High school textbooks, math, physics, chemistry workbooks, and some really worn-out college textbooks.
I knew my chance was coming.
The SAT was waiting for me.
In my previous life, I was lost. I was busy with Shirley's career and working hard for our home.
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